WEATHER

This story is a translation of the one I started to post in Spanish: "Tiempo", but I decided that writing it in English it will reach more people, so here it is. However, English is not my native language so any suggestion would be very appreciated.

The classification of the story (ratings and characters) will vary depending on what happens in later chapters.

Disclaimer:I don“t own Naruto or any of it's components, not now nor in later chapters.


Prologue. Rain.

Rain. It was the only thing that she could see through the window.
It had been raining for three days already and it didn't seemed like it was going to stop, at least not anytime soon.
All day, Sakura had been hearing complaints from others about the drops that did not stop falling, it seemed as if all the world's problems had been reduced to the fact that it was raining. That was exactly what she thought years ago, when she was a child whose life revolved around a boy with dark hair and a serious face, that the rain made everything sadder and forced you to stay home.

Now, it was different. Walking in the rain was relaxing, and there were many other more important reasons to be sad.

One, two, three, four, five ...

It seemed impossible to count the number of drops that slid down the glass of the window, and, right now, she wasn't quite sure why she wanted to count them, perhaps boredom, perhaps tiredness, or, simply, the need to relax after spending so many hours in the hospital; in fact, she should have gone a while ago, but once Sakura had approached the window, she had been unable to get away from there.

Looking down, she was not the only one who seemed to appreciate the rain: a boy about 11 or 12 years old was laughing and jumping around in a puddle while several of his friends told him to seek refuge.

Naruto.

That was so typical of him, or at least she hoped it continued to be so; it had been several years since she last saw him, since he left without saying goodbye, leaving only a message promising to return.

Surprise, disbelief, anger and sadness. All of them were emotions she had experienced when she received the news, and in the days, weeks, months or even years later. Now she wasn't sure she felt anything. Part of her understood the reasons Naruto had for going, but the feeling of abandonment was much higher. Whenever she saw the other teams that feeling grew, they had graduated together, had been growing up together, and finally, having survived adolescence, they were still together. Her team had never been like that, graduate together, yes; grow up together, only Naruto and her, stay together after reaching adulthood, just her.

Perhaps that was why, in recent years, Sakura had devoted herself to avoid most of the world, to not remember what she didn't have. In a way, she was also upset with them, it seemed as if Naruto had been the only thing that kept her close with the others, and once he was gone, everyone had lost interest in her company.

One last look at the street was enough to convince her that it was time to go home. Maybe walking in the rain would help keeping away all the melancholy that had seized her, and, maybe, it was a good time to wash herself from the past and give her life a second chance.

TO BE CONTINUED...